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The Tale of Two Dragonborn
(Anonymous) 2013-06-19 09:01 am (UTC)(link)Basically my prompt is this: What would Skyrim be like with two Dragonborns running around and how would they relate to each other? Maybe one is a Nordic paladin returning to his homeland to help in the war and the other is an Imperial mage headed to the College of Winterhold? Or perhaps one is an Argonian thief seeking a better life and the other is an Bosmer archer looking to join the Companions? The possibilities are endless!
What I'm really looking forward to is how the two Dovahkiin relate to each other. Are they friends and allies or fierce competitors? Maybe one absolutely loves the Blades while the other can't stand Delphine? What if one was a collector of Daedric items, but the other is a Vigilant of Stendarr? Where do they stand in the civil war? Do they have dragon slaying competitions? Whatever you want to do... but show me how this affects their relationship.
You have smut, or not. Whatever you want. :) I have no triggers or preferences, so go crazy!
Re: The Tale of Two Dragonborn
(Anonymous) 2013-06-19 01:14 pm (UTC)(link)Anyway, how do you feel about the two Dragonborns being men, one a typical Nord - think blond braided hair, beard, 'bear'-like characteristics - and the other a Breton witchblade with a mixed Mer background? I mean, I think this would be a good way of accommodating a number of polarising themes, factions, etc.
Also, full disclosure, I've got exams coming up (/sob) so I can't promise I'll get anything done quickly, and I haven't written fiction in a while so sorry if my prose sounds rigid at first!
OP here
(Anonymous) 2013-06-19 07:20 pm (UTC)(link)Re: The Tale of Two Dragonborn
(Anonymous) 2013-06-23 09:20 pm (UTC)(link)OP
(Anonymous) 2013-06-24 06:49 pm (UTC)(link)Re: The Tale of Two Dragonborn
(Anonymous) 2013-06-28 08:10 pm (UTC)(link)OP
(Anonymous) 2013-06-29 05:38 pm (UTC)(link)A Twist of Fate 1a/?
(Anonymous) 2013-07-04 10:18 pm (UTC)(link)I’ll add the rest of the tags as needed!
Tags: char:M!PC char:F!PC race:Imperial race:Nord kink:rivalry kink:friendship char:Lucien_Lachance char:spectral_assassin kink:angst
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Kvasir looked on numbly as the Imperial caravan rejoiced smugly at their good fortune; he and his bretheren had all surrendered without a fight. His eyes had almost popped right out of his head as he rounded on his leader when the Jarl ordered his men to stand down.
But why? We would have died to protect you, Jarl Ulfric. Do you doubt us? Did you doubt our cause? Is that why you’ve given yourself over to this suicide?
Galmar would quite possibly follow them to Sovngarde just to kill them all a second time for allowing this to happen. There had been some commotion nearby, and many of the soldiers had gone off to attend to it. His fingers brushed against the tight knots, and he struggled feebly. Nearby, Ulfric, who had been gagged, gave him a stern, warning glare. Kvasir ceased his movements at once. Ralof had been resigned, staring dreamily at the distant outline of Bleak Falls Barrow as if he could see Sovngarde before him. It had been almost two days since their capture, and now it seemed as if their ordeal was drawing to a close.
An angry, dirty man amongst them cursed loudly, muttering about his almost-perfect heist.
Kvasir scoffed. Foolish thief.
The largest if the Legion’s convey returned, exchanging a hard glance with Ralof. He carried an unconscious woman in his arms; placing her carefully down near to them, binding her hands as they did to the rest. Kvasir barely discerned her face; it was shrouded with long, dark hair. She was small enough to be an Imperial; how ironic.
‘General Tullius is waiting in Helgen!’ a voice called from the road.
With swords at their backs, they were loaded into the awaiting carts. The unconscious Imperial woman was placed next to the Jarl, and the dark soldier who carried her smiled almost gleefully as he put her in. Kvasir caught the man’s eye and gave him an icy glare.
‘I hope you can keep that up when this one comes to,’ he said in an eager voice. ‘Have fun with the vampire.’
There was instant recoil within the caravan. The thief seemed as if he had almost wet himself. Jarl Ulfric had held his composure, this time, looking almost curiously at the woman, as if it was the first time he’d really looked at her. With a lurch, the carriage set off, with the large Nord following us on horseback.
The sudden movement of the cart seemed to rouse the woman. She shook her head lightly, opening her eyes, peering uncomfortably into the sunlight. She set ethereal red eyes on Ralof, who gave her an uneasy smile.
‘You’re finally awake.’
She looked around, wincing slightly.
‘You were trying to cross the border, right? Walked right into that Imperial ambush, same as us and that thief over there.’
‘I see I’ve picked a very inauspicious time to leave home,’ she said dryly. Her voice held that almost infuriating Imperial accent; the haughty, holier than thou voice of someone cultured.
The thief was almost hysterical. ‘Damn you Stormcloaks. Skyrim was fine until you came along. Empire was nice and lazy. If they hadn’t been looking for you, I could’ve stolen that horse and been halfway to Hammerfell!’ the thief spat. He looked at the woman desperately. ‘You there…you and me, we shouldn’t be here. It’s these Stormcloaks the Empire wants. Now you’re cavorting with a vampire? Is there anything you all won’t do?
‘We’re all brothers and sisters in binds now, thief,’ Ralof said evenly. ‘Vampire, Nord, Imperial or otherwise.’
‘You wouldn’t mind doing me a favour, would you?’ the woman asked warily.
Ralof glanced at her, holding up his tied hands. ‘Not much I can do with these I’m afraid, but what is it?’
‘My hood,’ she said, turning slightly so that he could see the dark cloth. ‘You should be able to pull it over my head. The sun and I are not exactly…friendly…’
He nodded with uncertainty. What was he doing? This was a vampire. A cursed woman who quite possibly had just spent her days in the wilderness feasting on their kin.
A Twist of Fate 1b/?
(Anonymous) 2013-07-04 10:20 pm (UTC)(link)‘Shut up back there!’ the carriage driver roared. She gave him a withering look.
‘What’s the matter with him, huh?’ the thief asked in a hushed tone, turning to Jarl Ulfric.
Ralof immediately looked livid. ‘Watch your tongue! You speak to Ulfric Stormcloak, the true High King of Skyrim!’
The thief’s jaw dropped, and the woman looked around at the Jarl in surprise.
‘Ulfric? You’re the Jarl of Windhelm…leader of the rebellion…if they’ve got you, gods, where are they taking us?’
‘You’ve gotten old, Ulfric,’ the woman said, smiling slightly. Ulfric grunted behind his gag, but the Jarl didn’t seem affronted.
‘You know Jarl Ulfric?’ Kvasir asked incredulously.
‘We have a certain history, yes,’ she looked at him with a slightly condescending stare.
Kvasir met her gaze with matching intensity. This woman looked as if she could be barely twenty. What did she know of their Jarl? Of course, vampirism caused its victims to cease aging…
What history could the High King have with an Imperial vampire?
His head was spinning with the possibilities as they were led into Helgen.
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Re: A Twist of Fate 1b/?
(Anonymous) 2013-07-06 05:56 pm (UTC)(link)